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Everyone was panicking and fearful upon the furious roars of the director while Angel got out from the water with the help of her assistant.
“Angel, are you alright? Your face is so red! Is the water too hot?!” Fey worriedly asked, checking Angel up and down.
Angel just stared blankly at nothing in particular. Her mind was dominated by the image of the handsome man’s face. She muttered, stammering.
“W-Who… Who is that man?”
Fey frowned, yet her eyes glimmered in infatuation, her tone in disbelief. “That’s Eric! Our very own Eric! You know, my assistant!”
Knitting her brows, Angel’s mind cleared upon hearing Fey said ‘my assistant’ so intimately while she kept rumbling nonstop.
“Who would have guess beneath those unappealing glasses and messy hair laid a demon that could seduce any woman?”
Angel ignored her assistant and immediately stormed to her dressing room, hurrying to get dress to see Eric once more.
At the side, Evangeline was walking towards the director. Her face unreadable while the usual haughty smile on her lips was nowhere to be seen. In the outside, she was completely calm, yet all who saw her immediately scurried away when they noticed her unusual severe face and that furry blazing in her eyes.
The director kept rumbling and rumbling to his crew, but when he saw Evangeline was approaching him, the furry and anger he felt was instantly doused by the freezing chilly air she gave off.
“Director,” Evangeline called.
Straightening his back, the director’s face straightaway turned amiable and kind while controlling the trembling of his knees from her intimidating gaze. “H-how can I help you… M-Miss Heart?”
Indecent scenes cramped Evangeline’s entire mind while her heart bleed from the betrayal and frustration she felt. She couldn’t accept Eric’s real appearance was laid bare for everyone to see. And what was more, the one thing kept boiling her blood nonstop to the point of evaporating her innards in fury was the scene where Eric, with all his glory, was being intimate with a woman that was not her! With a woman she so despised!
Her eyes dimmed and she hissed through the space of her grinding teeth.
“I’ll be very busy these couple of days. What stated in our contract, I want to do it now.”
The director was in a daze, didn’t register what Evangeline said. If what he was thinking was correct, then she wanted to start shooting her part… this moment?
“Uhmm…” The director turned his eyes around, suggesting the scenery and setting were not appropriate for her scene.
Evangeline read the director’s thoughts and impatiently said, “my role doesn’t even reach a minute. You can use a green screen for the backdrop.”
The director that was hesitating gradually nodded. “Alright, Miss Heart. We’ll do as you say.”
He then clapped his hands and announced. “Props! Ready the green screen for scene number 47!”
The crew, upon hearing they would be doing a scene that wasn’t a part of today’s schedule, were momentarily at a loss before the director shot them a gaze. They immediately busied themselves and prepare everything.
Meanwhile, a stylist led Evangeline towards a dressing room to prep her up.
Angel, who wanted to go out and see Eric right away was stopped by Fey to announced the sudden additional scene today. At hearing her assistant, Angel’s eyes that were glowing with infatuation gradually turned dark. She knew all about that scene for she already memorized the entire script. She was not ignorant at the reason as to why Evangeline invested in her movie and chose that specific role.
Rolling her fingers against her palms, she sneered inwardly. Evangeline, let’s see if you can have your way then.
“Why did the director suddenly gone berserk and wanted to replace Eric? I think that scene is so perfect.”
“Idiot, that’s why the director wanted to replace the man because he is too perfect! Think about it, the smuggled man overshadowing the male lead? What would people think?”
While everyone was busy gossiping, Eric walked out from the dressing room entirely back to his nerdy, geeky self while the two girls, Rise and the makeup artist, sighed in disappointment mixed with infatuation.
Eric casually resumed doing his job as if nothing happened, ignoring the curious, obsessed gazes’ thrown at him while coolly and smoothly avoiding the women who wanted to flirt with him.
While Eric was busy playing cat and mouse with the women, Evangeline and Angel worn their costumes, and for some reason, they also got out at the same time from their respective dressing room.
One was wearing a medieval maid costume while the other was wearing a simple elegant embroider dress, highlighting their statuses.
Evangeline no longer held her signature smirk. She was in no mood to play games right now. She wanted her to retaliate? Then, I will put her in her place!
On the other side, Angel was smiling calmly. Her inner thoughts, however, was having a party for successfully riling Evangeline.
Both of them didn’t say anything and positioned themselves in front of the camera while all hushed down.
Even those women who couldn’t take away their eyes at Eric changed completely, standing at one side, eagerness in their pupils. Gazing at the two women, their mouths parting, ready to gossip at any moment.
Everything suddenly made sense as to why Evangeline Heart explicitly chosen her role. This irrelevant, thirty-second scene with Angel Lin.
At the side, Eric furrowed his brows, feeling something was not right with Evangeline. He never did saw her, who always had sarcasm on her face, be so serious and… scary.
“Alright! Is everyone ready?” The director shouted before he signaled to roll the camera.
Before anyone could react, a resounding slap stunned the whole place. Even the ripples of the spring water turned silent.
Without warning, Angel felt a sting on her right cheek. She slowly turned to Evangeline, eyes blazing, yet still remaining in her role.
While the camera was still rolling, Evangeline sweetly smiled and said innocently. “Director, I feel that slap was not my best. We should redo it again.”
Everyone didn’t know how to react while the director pursed his lips, feeling a headache coming.
Whereas Angel’s manager and Fey came rushing towards their direction. Fortunately, the slap didn’t leave a mark though it was a bit red. They secretly sighed in relief before turning their dagger eyes towards Evangeline.
“Miss Heart, what you did is not in the script! Apologize to Angel right now!”
Evangeline just fakely smiled and answered nonchalantly. “What part of the script ‘slap Reisha’ is not clear to you?”
Angel’s manager was momentarily tongue-tied. Her mind was in a tangled mess from the many words she wanted to say. Fortunately, Fey said the words she wanted to convey.
“Miss Heart, I know you’re not an actress and is a beginner in this field. But that part means acting out a slap, not actually slapping Angel.”
Evangeline’s taunting smile grew while she retorted. “Isn’t the saying the best actors are those who act naturally? Thus, I had to act naturally so the slap should also be natural and not fake.”
This time, it was Fey who was tongue-tied, having difficulty in choosing the words to make the woman understand for she was afraid all her mouth would say were curses.
The scene turned silent once more when Angel was the one who spoke which warrant curious and bewildered gazes to turn her way.
Angel smiled and beamed at Evangeline much to everyone’s disbelief. “Evangeline is right. The effect of a natural slap is much more convincing and impactful.” She then turned to the director. “Let’s continue the shoot.”
The director hesitated a moment before shouting at everyone to get ready for a take two.
And like before, a resounding slap echoed in the tense area.
Angel felt another stinging pain on her right cheek while Evangeline seriously looked at her with contempt before bursting out in fake giggles, ruining another take.
“Director, I’m sorry… *chuckle… Can we redo it again? I promise, I won’t laugh. It’s a beginner’s mistake. You won’t hold it against me, right?”
The corners of the director’s lips quirked upwards while beads of sweat decorated his face. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was not ignorant of what was happening. He had grown old in this profession. He had seen it all! And now, he was forced in a hellish place with nowhere to retreat. Evangeline was an investor with a specific contract to act how she sees fit in this particular scene while Angel had Robert Krisnov and Aldrick Loire at her back.
Should he stop Evangeline Heart and pay double the amount she invested for breaching their contract? Or should he pretend to be ignorant and continue the shoot while facing the consequences later from the two men at Angel’s side?
He really wanted to cry. He just wanted to shoot a damn movie! Why did things have to be so complicated?
Fortunately for him, Angel smiled and said without any hint of anger in her voice. “It’s fine. Let’s take another retake.”
The onlookers couldn’t help but revere and sympathized with her while glares full of scorn shot towards Evangeline.
As the day progressed, resounding slap after slap echoed in the shooting place. Evangeline had made every excuses possible to have retakes from the simple reason that her hair was loose or her makeup didn’t fit the scene or that even her dress was crumpled and had to iron it once more just to get a retake.
Evangeline made mistakes seven times which meant Angle was slapped seventh times. Though the slap indeed stung, Evangeline made sure to use just the right amount of pressure to administer pain that wouldn’t damage the woman’s face so she could slap her again.
Right at this moment, Angel’s calm and amiable face was breaking. She could no longer feel her right cheek due to being slapped so many times. It was slightly swollen and a bit red, but even so, she requested for it to be hidden by makeup which was reciprocated by her manager and assistant with nagging comments.
And as usual, she paid them no ear. She steeled herself, ready to face Evangeline once more. She could feel the realization of her desired outcome when she took a peek at the faces of the crowds. Complete sympathy for her and scorn for Evangeline. Some even secretly recorded the whole event.
Ah… Evangeline… As I thought, once emotions muddled you, you are easily manipulated. It was an excellent decision to use Eric.
At the thought of the man’s name, Angel’s unbending and determined eyes turned soft and a little… infatuated, and she unconsciously gazed at Eric.
At the sight of this, Evangeline, who regained some of her calm after letting out her rage, was now scorching in anger once more. She shot an eye towards Eric who was looking at their direction.
But since she was in a frenzied state of mind, Evangeline thought Eric and Angel were gazing at each other.
Her body burned hot to the point that even her eyes stung from the heat. Her heart felt like it was clawing out from her chest. Her breathing turned into pants when she wouldn’t inhale anything. The air became so polluted and dirty!
The overwhelming, ravenous desire to possess which she craved was being slowly coveted from her made her crazily insane from an emotion she realized was jealousy.
Her vision dimmed and for a fraction of second, all she saw was darkness.
And before she recovered, her hand was already in the air while Angel’s face was screwed to the side, an eye-catching finger-shaped crimson mark gradually appearing on her white porcelain skin.
But she didn’t feel anything – just the insatiable desire to ruin the woman’s face!
Not a care that everyone was now condemning her with their glares while some staffs were already rushing towards them in an attempt to stop her when she lifted her hand once more, determined to slap the woman nonstop.
She raised her hand and swung it forcefully against Angel’s direction.
However, her hand was stopped midway while her clarity steadily returned when she felt that familiar warmth.
“Evangeline, that’s enough…”
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